Westbrook High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Westbrook, ME)

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26 who was very popular and my reputation cle- manded her friendship. That was all there was to it, I was willing to help her with her homework. I always picked up anything she dropped. If she was in a hurry, I cleaned up her sewing table and did numerous other little tasks. I did not stop to think that perhaps I was hoping for her reputa- tion to be associated with me rather than trying to create my own. One thing certain is, however, that I did not leave a stone unturned until I had succeeded in mimicking her favorite expression. Thereafter my reputation depended on my saying Oh, my cow and heifer' every time I had the chance. Another little attribute to my reputation was be- .E F. . The Blue fs- White ing able to call all the upperclassmen by their first names and receiving an answer. I never did suc- ceed but that was due to lack of time. I listened to every remark in the corridors in order that I should not lose the name spoken. If I heard a name for the first time, I was sure that I would know the owner the next time I saw him or her. My advancing reputation must have been a good joke to many a wandering senior. But imagine the slump it took when I spoke to a teacher instead ot to the junior I thought I was addressing. Oh, a reputation is always in danger of destruc- tion, and let me warn freshmen that if they want a good reputation they must make it their own and by themselves. L. K., '35, :REEL - - . . ' I ,-, - 9 W 1 -...Q-1:-4-.. 3 A T ,L.L,....i..i-il NLQY?-ZGHP? 0 '

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Westbrook High School 25 when we hear it, but lately I have thought with a little pity, Oh, the youngest of this younger generation ! I Of course, since I am next to the oldest in a large family, I have a chance to see and study the youngsters of today, and I do think I understand them. Some people wish that they were children again, but as I study my little sisters and their friends I do not envy the children, I pity them. Why, the poor kiddies don't even know how to play! They think all school is for is to annoy the unfortunate teacherg they don't believe in Santa Claus, and they think that dolls and trains, unless they are very, very elaborate ones, are an awful bore. As I compare their life with the good times my sister, brother, and I used to have with our friends, I wonder how the poor dears can even laugh. I don't pat myself on the backu and say that, of course, I was a model child, because I can remember several punishments 5 and yet I do not think that these children are horrid. They are like all the other boys and girls of their age that I have ever met, so, instead of pitying just my sisters, I am sorry for all the youngest of this younger generation. When I was a small child, my sister and I played dolls for hours at a time. Our dolls weren't big and didn't have natural hair and open and shut eyes: neither were they the adorable baby dolls which are seen in the stores today. Yet we loved our dolls, sewed for them, fed them, and each night we carefully put them to bed. Do little girls of today do that? They certainly do not! They cry and fuss if they haven't dolls, still when they have some, the poor toys are usually found in a corner or a drawer. When we played house, my brother was store keeper, ice man, mail man, and coal man combined. If we weren't playing like that, we were sliding, climbing trees, or play- ing some childish game. Do the boys of today play like that? Why, they'd laugh in scorn at the very idea. They like to think they are rough. They model their hero after the gangster of the moving picture instead of the kindly men of their acquaintance. They either smoke or they make believe they do, they pretend they are drinking, and they are quite rude. Poor children, they think they are having such a good time in this silly mockery. They are so old in their ways for the number of their years that I dread to think of the time when they are really old or even middle-aged. At Christmas time we always hung our stock- ings and went to bed all excited over whether or not Santa Claus would come, and, if he did, what he'd leave us. We always declared we wouldn't go to sleep, but our heads had no sooner touched our pillows than we were dreaming. In the morn- ing we aroused the whole family and had our Christmas stockings, and after a scarcely-touched breakfast we rushed to our tree. Today the chil- dren scoff at the idea of going to bed early and Santa Claus! Why, heavens, they know the good old saint is only father, anyway. Once in a while the tiny tots believe in St. Nick, but there's always a wise one who tells the little ones the plain, bare truth. Usually this one is a girl, because boys enjoy fooling the girls and letting them believe in Santa if they want to-it gives the boys a superior feeling. They know that father won't dare disappoint them: so they go to bed quite late, shaking their wise little heads, wondering why these older folks are always trying to fool them. It's really too bad that the children wouldn't be young and innocent. We love them, I suppose, as dearly as if they wereg but somehow I hate to see their young faces scorning all the things that I held so dear. Probably if I should try to teach them to enjoy the childish things we loved, they'd think I was insane-these wise little youngsters of this younger generation. E. C., '34. MY REPUTATION Can you remember when you first began to en- joy the High School group? I think that there is no more accurate reason for calling a First Year Student a freshman than that he has just stepped into society and is as new as fresh vegetables. His senses of humour and of ridicule are very tender and his reputation is his prime concern. I know that when I entered high school I felt very im- portant. I fast began to forfeit my pleasant friends and customs in order to take care of my reputation. There was a girl in my home room

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